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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
Previously featured
On the First Day of Christmas we bring you Sarah Mnatzaganian, Rebecca Gethin, Jenni Thorne
Towards the Solstice
owls fly closer in December twilight,
call to each other across the garden.
Martin Fisher
Inside, in the half-light, the iron rot took hold.
Forgotten service–obsolete.
Salt-coin neglect.
The money flowed inland,
Moored on an hourglass choke.
No one told the sea.
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
News
Our Greek Myths Feature
Over the next five days, there will be threads, mazes, forests, dowries, death, temples, blood, seeds, and birth.
Word & Image
Charlotte Holm
Little Kit
Filmpoems
Jessamine O’Connor & Carmel Balfe
The Stranger, our film poem for this month, comes from co-creators Jessamine O'Connor and Carmel Balfe. It explores...
Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
News
Our Greek Myths Feature
Over the next five days, there will be threads, mazes, forests, dowries, death, temples, blood, seeds, and birth.
Word & Image
Charlotte Holm
Little Kit
Filmpoems
Jessamine O’Connor & Carmel Balfe
The Stranger, our film poem for this month, comes from co-creators Jessamine O'Connor and Carmel Balfe. It explores...
Previously featured
On the First Day of Christmas we bring you Sarah Mnatzaganian, Rebecca Gethin, Jenni Thorne
Towards the Solstice
owls fly closer in December twilight,
call to each other across the garden.
Martin Fisher
Inside, in the half-light, the iron rot took hold.
Forgotten service–obsolete.
Salt-coin neglect.
The money flowed inland,
Moored on an hourglass choke.
No one told the sea.
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
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